04 August 2008

I know I blogged boastfully about not being afraid of dogs and all, but I guess I'm more affected than I thought. Today, at my cousins', little Jez freaked me out. She came up and SAT ON MY LAP. And I was like, "What do I do, what do I do?" I wanted documentation to prove that I had conquered, though. I pet her and sat there happily. Contented, even. But then she just decided to leave, and to get her back once I had my camera, I had to PICK HER UP. The last time I tried to pick up a dog, my face was basically masticated. I couldn't quite get over that thought. It's kind of like that whole taste aversion thing, which I thought was a very interesting concept when I took AP Pyschology. You eat pizza, then it makes you sick and you throw up, so every time you eat pizza after that, you get sick. And it's totally a physiological process. Weird, huh?

Oh, and this other picture is just for scar monitoring purposes. Enjoy!

4 comments:

AMANDA!! I'm sorry that you got hurt. You made me re-think my idea of liking Jack Russels (It's my Dad's name, so I kindof had this connection to them. Not anymore). I love your picture series, and good luck healing!